She watched his slender frame exit through the doorway for the last time. Her shoulders were so tense she could feel the pain radiating at the base of her skull. He opened the car door, waved goodbye and he was gone.
She opened the bottle of wine and fell into the couch. For the first time in years the house had a serene quality to it. It was a feeling she hadn’t noticed even missing but now that it was back she allowed that tranquility to bathe her in its warmth. He was now a memory. Time to start over.
Written for the 100 Word Song Challenge at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The song is “Starting Over”, by John Lennon.